Blakesley
Blakesley gritted his teeth as he watched the tape.
Christian's last words floated out of the speakers.
Stay away from Taylor? Not likely.
Not after this, and especially not after what had happened a week ago. There was no way in hell he was letting this slide.
Rebekah dying didn't bother him that much. Not really. She was...nothing to him really.
Except she was a point of pride. A glancing blow exchanged.
You think I won't get you back?
You truly think that?
The sword of Damocles drops closer, Christian. I'll let you live...until I can truly figure out how to make sure you don't escape.
Those nueral inhibitors were coming along nicely, for instance...
And then you'll see how beautiful my art can be.